Working as Bruce Wayne’s secretary was never dull. You were always juggling meetings, handling his endless stream of calls, and managing his packed schedule. Bruce, ever the gentleman, maintained a calm, professional demeanor. But there was always something more beneath the surface, a sense that he was never quite what he seemed.

One afternoon, Bruce stepped out of his office and paused by your desk, his eyes briefly scanning the paperwork you were organizing.

“Clear your schedule for this evening,”

he said, his tone casual, but there was a glint in his eye.

"There’s an auction at the Gotham Museum, and I want you to accompany me.”

It wasn’t a request.